A skinny brother took a shortcut and, using the cover of a patch of grass, quickly ran to a mound where a foxhole was dug and lay down.
"how many?"
Near this mound are three foxholes in the shape of a letter. Three brothers wrapped in bulky cotton-padded clothes are guarding here. This place is only about 150 meters away from the kilometer.
"There are forty or fifty people in front of us, all sitting on three-wheeled vehicles. There are so many troops behind us that we can't see the end at a glance." The brother who was investigating said nervously.
This time, the Japanese troops in Gaoyou were almost in full force. Facing the huge Japanese army, this was the first time this brother saw such a large formation.
"You kid, you are going to fight with all your strength, you are so stupid." A brother spat out the grass roots in his mouth, grabbed his gun and loaded it with a click.
"Brothers, the old rule is, one person per person, aim and hit, and then leave after shooting." This brother greeted the brothers in the foxholes on the left and right.
"Well, let's see if I don't knock off the little devil's head and use it as a chamber pot today."
The brother in the foxhole on the left loaded the bullet with a sneer on his face, raised his rifle, and pointed the black muzzle at the slightly trembling road.
"Why are you still dazed? Please pass on the situation quickly."
The brother who was watching the investigation was still lying there nervously looking at the other end of the road. The leader of the three-person guerrilla group urged him angrily.
"Then just take it easy and leave as soon as the fight is over. Don't let the Japs get you. No one will come to save you here." The investigating brother said uneasily.
"I said, why are you so long-winded? Let's go quickly, don't disturb our fight against the Japanese." The leader of the guerrilla group said impatiently.
The investigating brother looked at the billowing smoke and dust in the distance, turned around and quickly headed towards another attack position behind.
In this area, the Northern Jiangsu Corps had sent people to build numerous field fortifications and foxholes.
Yang Ling also expected that the Japanese would become angry and launch a retaliatory attack northward after learning that they had beaten Baoying.
Therefore, Yang Ling's task for Shen Biao and the others was to, after completing the feint attack, rely on deep field fortifications to block and consume the enemy layer by layer and slow down the enemy's speed.
As long as their northern front troops return reinforcements in time, with his methods, when the guerrilla troops use outflanking, night attacks, cutting off the Japanese's retreat and other guerrilla methods, the Japanese will have to pull out their skins even if they don't die.
Although the Japs troops were strong, Yang Ling really didn't pay attention to them. The majestic Japs troops were like elephants. They seemed strong, but they also exposed their huge bodies. He wanted to deal with them, but he had to
Just keep bleeding them, there will always be times when the Japanese can't bear it anymore.
Now, the brothers under Third Battalion Commander Shen Biao have dispersed into combat groups and begun to carry out their bloodletting mission.
The Japanese soldiers have a high level of mechanization. Wherever there are roads, they usually travel by car. This time, their forward troops still did the same, and they were all mechanized and pounced northward.
The Japs' vanguard team was riding a three-wheeler, and the wheels were spinning so fast on the bumpy road that the Japs almost jumped out of the bumpy car.
Seeing these Japanese three-wheelers speeding along the road at lightning speed, the brothers hiding in the foxholes felt envious, thinking that if they could capture a Japanese car, they would also enjoy the ride.
But they quickly gave up this idea, because even if they seized it, they wouldn't be able to drive it, and they were destined not to enjoy the blessing of riding in the car.
The leader of the guerrilla group looked at the three-wheeler at the head of the Japanese vanguard team roaring past the bare tree trunk, and yanked the rope in his hand.
The mine buried on the road was a ten-kilogram pull-type mine. As the rope was pulled hard, the mine exploded.
"Boom!"
In the huge cloud of explosion smoke and mud, a Japanese three-wheeled motorcycle that happened to be passing by suddenly jumped into the air, and was swept by the violent air wave and landed heavily in the ditch beside the road, smashing the mud.
Splash.
The three-wheeled pilot beside the Japs and the two other Japs riding on them were also violently thrown away. The nails and gravel mixed in the mines were extremely lethal in the powerful explosion. The three Japs were gone after they landed on the ground.
There is movement, which is more ominous than good.
"Aochina!"
"hidden!"
The Japs' vanguard team suddenly encountered an attack. Accompanied by the squeaking sound of the brakes, this group of Japs soldiers riding three-wheeled vanguards got out of the car in a panic and rushed towards the grass on both sides of the road, trying to hide.
fight back.
"boom!"
The muzzle of the gun jumped sharply, the shoulder holding the butt of the gun was numb with shock, and the bullet roared out along the rifling.
"puff!"
A Japs who had just jumped off the sidecar had not even taken two steps when he was knocked sideways by a bullet, and the bullet penetrated a transparent hole in his chest.
Under the impact of the bullet, the Japanese man staggered and tried to stand firm, but in the end he had no strength to support himself and fell to the ground on his face with a pop, creating a cloud of smoke and dust.
"Bang! Bang!"
The other two brothers in the foxholes also fired at almost the same time. The two whistling bullets crashed into the group of Japs with the breath of death, splashing two flowers of blood, and two more Japs fell.
land.
The brothers in this guerrilla group were all veterans. They fought steadily and accurately, almost always hitting the target with the first shot. The leader of the guerrilla group gave a thumbs up to the other two brothers.
"Puff puff!"
A Japanese three-wheeled motorcycle had turned around, and the Japanese machine gunner on the car was firing bullets one by one in the direction of the foxhole, and pillars of mud were rising up.
"Walk!"
The leader of the guerrilla group saw more than twenty Japs with guns on the highway rushing towards them, screaming and shouting. Without stopping at all, he started running with his own gun in hand.
The Japs always relied on the road to march. As long as they were not bitten by the Japs' bullets, the Japs generally would not stray too far from the road in pursuit.
The three brothers panted and ran away from the road. Bullets whizzed past them, and the more than twenty chasing Japanese were running very fast.
But the brothers were unequivocal. They used all their strength to escape for their lives. After running for more than ten minutes, the bullets chasing them had disappeared. Seeing that they could not catch up, the Japanese returned thinking they were unlucky.
highway.
"The devil is no longer chasing me."
One brother glanced behind him and saw that the Japanese in the distance had stopped, yelling and cursing, and then quickly turned around and went back.
"Whirring whirring--"
The three brothers watched the kid retreat to the road, bent over with his hands on his knees and gasping for air. They looked at each other and laughed. They were glad to have escaped the Japs' pursuit and that the first attack was successful.
"Let's go and change to the next place."
The success of ambushing the Japanese made the brothers smile and walk more briskly.
As they rushed to the next attack site, there were booming explosions and crackling gunfire from the direction of the highway. That was when the remaining brothers started fighting.